[ Oh jeez, oh gosh. This uniform sure is something else. Day one of guard duty and John doesn't really know what he should be doing with himself. He's been assigned to a relatively low activity post to start off with, partly because it's easy and partly because who the hell wants to do it, but that doesn't really help. People still walk by and he still feels insecure about the scantness of his uniform. He struggles between trying to pull down the corset top, pulling up the shorts that leave very, very little to the imagination, then pulling them back down when he inadvertently gives himself a wedgie.
He's in the middle of doing just that when someone approaches him, someone who looks like they don't belong as much as he doesn't. He stops the rather undignified tugging of clothes (what little he has, and straightens up, offering a smile. She looks sweet, and she's lost, and John "Mr. Suave" Egbert can't help but give her his undivided attention. It takes his mind off his attire, that's for sure. ]
Oh. Hey there! Uh.
[ He peers at her map, scratching his chin. Finally, he puzzles it out and points to a spot that's nowhere near her room. ]
day one
He's in the middle of doing just that when someone approaches him, someone who looks like they don't belong as much as he doesn't. He stops the rather undignified tugging of clothes (what little he has, and straightens up, offering a smile. She looks sweet, and she's lost, and John "Mr. Suave" Egbert can't help but give her his undivided attention. It takes his mind off his attire, that's for sure. ]
Oh. Hey there! Uh.
[ He peers at her map, scratching his chin. Finally, he puzzles it out and points to a spot that's nowhere near her room. ]
I know this is where you are. Does that help?